This post is in memory of the solid week of white bloom we had before the weekend's spring blizzard felled them where they bloomed. After two feet of snow and temps near zero, all this finery is now just a memory - the white blossoms that tossed and billowed in the warm breeze just a few days ago turned to yellow parchment bundles, the pink ones burnt black with frost. Nevertheless, I have to concede that our white bloom this year was longer than I've seen since we've lived in Denver. Most years, the white trees, which always bloom first - just a little too early for Colorado spring - usually manage only a day of tentative bloom before being snowed into oblivion. March is typically the heaviest snow month here in our fair state. So on balance, we were lucky...and fortunately, I took my opportunity and took about a zillion photos while the trees were in bloom.